[Comprehensive] Police Chronicle

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Matsushita was taken aback, and Liu called his name correctly for the first time.

"Choose a location."

"Arm." Panasonic knew that he had to be injured to confirm his identity as the weaker side, but before that he quickly added, "The left hand is my girlfriend."

Liu Yigun shot him on the right arm, and then without blinking, he used the knife to mend the knife wound along the tear in his clothes, then lifted the clothes and made a shot on the left side of the waist, piercing through the wound.

"Lie in the hospital for a few more days."

Matsushita rubbed the wound with his left palm numbly, and replied lazily: "Decree."

Immediately, Liu Bian went downstairs and took simple measures to stop the bleeding, put on his hat and poured out the bullet casings inside, and walked out of the broken door with his hands raised high.

It won't just end like this. After tonight's play has just begun.

When Liu saw Akashi at a glance, it was not difficult to guess that he was also a subhuman, and that Akashi could let the gun pointed at Liu go off at any time.

Eventually he let it go, like the rest of the officers.

"I hate that kid, so he is one of my police officers." The chief said so, Akashi admitted that he had misunderstood the chief, and if he shot Liu for his own selfishness, he would be worse than the chief.

Aizawa broke through the crowd, Liu saw him, his brow furrowed imperceptibly, and he quickly regained his composure.

He found Liu's position, and Liu, who looked vigilant and tense, slowly softened visibly at a glance, opened his hands, and the light of the refracted lamp flashed away in his left hand, and waited for him to approach, and said the first sentence: " Good evening."

It was hard for Aizawa not to notice the source of the streamer, which was a birthday present that hadn't been delivered in the morning. He walked half a step away from Liu in the midst of everyone's gaze, and Liu hugged him and buried his head in his neck.

"Sorry for staining your coat."

Regardless of the sight of people around him and the frantic flashing lights, Aizawa caught Liu's full weight.

"Nice to meet you."

Liu moved his head, and Aizawa felt that he put his lips on his neck, kissed and kissed, full of grateful gratitude and happiness.

Aizawa hugged him back slowly.

"Happy birthday."

Facing Liu like this, at least at this moment, Aizawa didn't know what was thinking about the head of the person he was holding, what was pressing in his heart, what he had done, what was his plan...but he couldn't push him away.

Liu's injury was healed by the personality person, and the transcript was completed, and he was able to go home in the middle of the night after accommodation.

After the lights were turned off, he lay next to Aizawa with the smell of shower gel and steam. It was only a few hours before dawn, and Aizawa closed his eyes and breathed calmly.

Aizawa fell asleep like Liu, and suddenly realized that Liu had been faking it all along, that his insomnia was not cured at all, and he was still sick.

The steam lingering in his nose was mixed with an indistinct fishy smell, Aizawa thought it was because the clothes Liu changed tonight were in the garbage bag, or because of psychological effects.

He clearly felt the passing of time bit by bit, his body was sleepy, exhausted, and he desperately wanted to catch the tail of the night and fall asleep but failed.

Until there was movement beside him, his trance body woke up from his soul, a deep shadow was cast on his face, in the quiet night, with his eyes approaching without pressure, something soft and hot fell on his eyes lightly, he didn't Feeling his breath, he knew it was a gentle kiss that held his breath.

Then a little weight fell on his pillow, the curly hair was not itchy and stuck to his neck, one arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and he relaxed unconsciously enveloped in the heat from Liu's body.

Aizawa resisted the discomfort in his eyes and opened his eyelids, wanting to see him.

Right now, his face is smooth and picturesque, with sensitive and arrogant single eyelids, plump and moist lips, which are indescribably in harmony with the indentations in the human body. When An Ran closed his mouth, he seemed to be slightly pouting. It was only when Aizawa noticed that he had a childlike face. Because of his mouth, he loves to kiss people like a child, and makes people love and hate like a child.

This expert who pretended to be sleeping couldn't bear to stay in a stalemate any longer, Aizawa didn't know that he was doing this before tonight, his drowsiness had already spread, and he fell asleep in a short time.

The willow by his neck seemed to have fallen asleep peacefully, but he opened his eyelids slightly, his eyes were cold and alert.

When Liu saw it, he realized that Aizawa's smell was different from that of the daytime.

Within a day, the already fragile taste of trust was shaken by something.

Early the next morning, Aizawa was shaving in front of the mirror of the washstand, and Liu Jinlin leaned next to him on the edge of the counter, watching him lather his chin with strange movements.

"Xiongying wants you to come forward for public relations again?"

Aizawa responded vaguely.

"I like that you have a beard."

Aizawa froze, the blade resting on his foam-smeared cheek.

Liu suddenly took the razor, and slowly and carefully outlined the outline of his jaw with the tip of the knife, scraping upwards from his neck.

If his throat is ruptured, no one will know what the testimony he collects and the evidence he mails will be useful or represent.

"fair enough."

Liu moved the razor away from Aizawa's Adam's apple, and the tone that was originally gentle and smiling now sounded pitiful and mocking.

He walked away, and Aizawa turned his head to face the mirror. There was a thin bloodstain on his cheek, which was cut unconsciously by Cai Liu just before he took over.

How can I tell who is testing whom?

……

Some people in the police department embezzled public funds, and some people in the police department abused their powers to privately transfer the police force and deliberately murdered.

The house of one of the murder targets was monitored, and the equipment and audio tapes were found in the home of a policeman. The policeman had dual identities, and the case was complicated and confusing.

"There are two pages for social entertainment," Matsushita said, throwing the newspaper aside and picking up the phone, "My dad is famous."

"Can you tell me how you were robbed?"

Aizawa folded the newspaper and put it on the cabinet next to the hospital bed.

Strangely, the target of the kidnapping was a special soldier in his prime, but there was no trace of a fight at the scene. Aizawa reasonably suspected that Matsushita had been robbed intentionally.

Matsushita looked up at Aizawa from the mobile phone that was logging into the game: "Drug addiction, unconsciousness, and he was arrested when he was confused."

The explanation makes sense, but something is wrong.

"What happened to you in Israel?"

"Nothing special."

"Someone I know is missing, rumor has it that he was lost after he went there."

"That place is very dangerous. Although most people don't have strong personalities, you have to be mentally prepared when you go there."

"Where's your badge?"

"Why did you ask this all of a sudden, I lost it."

"When did you lose it?"

"forget."

"Really?"

Matsushita glanced at Aizawa's chin again.

"What happened to you and Liu?"

Somehow, Aizawa began to start with a series of past experiences, interpersonal relationships, related items, etc. Bi Liu was like a policeman peeling Liu's skin layer by layer.

Matsushita suppressed the fear that was scratching the bottom of his heart, and said in a disguised relaxed tone: "It's not good for you, don't investigate."

He only dared to say so much, even though Aizawa had been taking good care of him.

Aizawa's career is out of reach for him, and he envies that Aizawa has a choice, but Aizawa's integrity, tolerance and kindness, and even his physical and mental health make people want to have negative emotions. This kind of person is destined to be warm and shine in the dark, close to the dark It is also particularly dangerous and regrettable.

"You take good care of yourself."

Aizawa finished the conversation, said hello to the bailiff protecting Matsushita and left.

When his figure disappeared, Matsushita tore the newspaper again.

On the attached picture of the three victims who were deliberately murdered, Matsushita looked at it ironically, and the gun on Akutagawa's face was really just right.

A few lines of text next to the picture caught his attention: a victim who is also a whistleblower who stands up for justice...

Matsushita stared intently at Liu's name between the lines in the report.

This person... the entire team was completely wiped out. How could Matsushita survive? It was not because he was obedient and strict with current affairs, but also a little bit of treachery.

Not to obtain further evidence, Aizawa mainly tested whether Matsushita was not so innocent, as expected.

From yesterday to today, it seems that everything has changed, but nothing has changed. Aizawa observed all the changes and the same, calmly checked and waited.

He will not make mistakes, he has no fixed camp and position, he is just a bystander, even if he is pushed around in the game, no one can influence his thinking and true will.

After visiting the doctor, he had nothing urgent to do for a while, and was going to give Liu the things that Principal Nezu wanted to pass on.

Passing by the city center, the huge screen that has always played All Might’s recruitment promotional video is the scene of Liu embracing himself.

Liu's unexpected photoshoot, the shooting angle is perfect, and even the back of Aizawa, who is not showing his face, looks handsome.

There were two girls up front who were having a heated discussion about this, completely oblivious to Aizawa.

"I used to go to school together in Xiongying, and later I taught in Xiongying together. The policeman and the hero encouraged each other, and they had a crush on each other... This is a perfect experience of setting people up. Why are you speculating on CP?"

"It's not like this pair. Both of them have always kept a low profile. Looking at the ring, they seem to be engaged. It's not that no one knows what happened this time."

"What happened?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, whichever side they stand on, I will support whichever side."

"Hey, obviously the matter itself is more important."

"who cares."

The center of some people's topics is love gossip, CP sweetness, marketing or not, and no one pays attention to Liu's moral issues in this matter, only because of Liu Zhanli and good looks.

More people showed unreasonable anger. Not only did the news report positively promote Liu, but the long-standing imperfections such as mafia arrogance, police dereliction of duty, and lack of heroes have aroused people's strong dissatisfaction with the gangsters and high-level eruptions involved in the case. Praise Liu for what he has done.

People are fanatical and intolerant, and they don't care about correctness and logic. It almost reminds Aizawa of the era when women praised women who committed suicide before the army's aggressive wars to boost morale.

What is terrible is not moral evil, but that everyone supports this evil.

Maybe it’s actually not that serious. This is just another big collective star-making and star-chasing, an opportunity for consumption hotspots to vent their anger, relax their minds, and scold the society for wearing shoes that don’t fit their feet.This is the people of this country, listening to the most inflammatory speeches, and supporting MPs who advocate the power of personality.

But the relationship is made public and talked about, and the private life has become a cheap exhibit. For Aizawa, the slightly less attention-grabbing student Liu also gave him once. It is hard not to think that Liu is repeating the old trick.

Justice is difficult to achieve. In this era of the rise of the democratic forces of the masses, he deliberately used the popularity of public opinion and used the method he had spurned to win the case against the gangsters and the police.

Is this situation what he wants now?

The author has something to say: Then you will lift up your face without spot; and you will be strong and fearless.You will forget your pain, and even remembering it is like water flowing by.Your days on earth are brighter than the noonday, and like the morning in spite of darkness.

——The Book of Job, Chapter [-], Verses [-]-[-]

☆、Chapter [-]

Tree shadows and stone monuments staggered, rows of tombs unfolded, Aizawa slowed down, and Liu stood in front of one of the tombstones.

The case has been filed and the court will be held soon. There is still no funeral for them. Liu is not happy or sad. He just feels the atmosphere in the cemetery and fantasizes about what will happen if they are buried.

The soul of the dead has no possession, and it doesn't care about a place where the bones are buried. Everything behind the dead is for the convenience of the living to make the living feel better.

"Who is she?" Aizawa asked about the person on the tombstone.

"Netizen."

"Rest in peace."

"I can't rest in peace. If, like me, the senses stay at the peak of pain at the time of death for a long time, you can imagine what it feels like for people who died violently."

"...So it is ideal for people to die like a lamp goes out."

In the past, Mr. Liu made an understatement of death, but Aizawa actually believed it. He even envied his physique when he was suffering from old injuries and dry eyes.

"Everything will be better."

With such words of reassurance, Aizawa handed out a letter from Principal Nezu.

Liu opened the envelope with a solemn lacquer seal. In the letter, Nezu mentioned Liu's reinstatement, his previous medical history and possible mental stress, and the uneven distribution of energy in the two positions. He recognized Liu's contribution and thanked him. Liu Weixiong's dedication to teaching.

"Lend your auspicious words."

Liu handed the letter to Aizawa, and what caught his eye was the dismissal.

"Leave me a farewell lesson, which is very good."

Everything will be fine, Liu has done so far, things have developed to this point, everything must be fine.

That night, the long-overdue autumn rain fell, the sound of the rain was dense and gentle, and the temperature dropped again and again.

Aizawa clearly realized that he was dreaming.He is a lone wolf walking on the dark and vast wasteland, weathering the wind and rain, suffering from hunger and cold.

Then a lynx with beautiful gray fur appeared, and the gray-blue animal pupils emitted fierce light, and they all wanted to eat each other.

He lost, and was devoured by the lynx's sharp teeth. The strange thing is that he didn't leave this absurd dream. His fragments melted in the lynx's belly, and gradually he saw the cold and wide The wilderness is only from the perspective of the lynx, but he can see more clearly and farther away, and he is no longer hungry, but feels full and warm, living in the lynx's body.

A dream that was neither a nightmare nor a sweet dream.

When Aizawa woke up, there was no one around him, and the hour hand pointed to one. Strange to say, he could feel Liu's real presence in this house, and he didn't sneak out, but hid in the corner.

Liu was in the kitchen, squatting in the gap between the counter and the cupboard, whispering to the dark open space, and in the dimness, the white particles at his feet could be vaguely seen, which were pills.Aizawa went over and grabbed Liu's arm to pull him up, Liu Anjing stood up obediently, broke away from Aizawa, and walked towards Matsushita's room.

Aizawa grabbed him again: "Did you forget that the pillows in that room were all washed by the sheets?"

"Leave me alone, let me be by myself."

He has always spoken slowly, but he has never been so tired like now, Aizawa is not at all worried about him shutting himself in a room with only a bed board.

"obedient."

It was rare for Aizawa to forcefully drag Liu back to the room, but Liu didn't resist strongly, and just said, "Just don't regret it."

"I chose everything, I deserve it, and I don't regret anything." Aizawa brought Liu, who was only in his single clothes and his hands and feet were cold, to the bed, and wanted him to lie down and cover him with a quilt, "You too, right? .”

"I……"

Liu struggled to slide along the edge of the bed and sat on the floor, as if he was trying his best to escape from Aizawa's control, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to restrain his aggression and hurt Aizawa so he had to stay away from him, his brain almost gave up logical thinking , just rely on intuition to say something that I don’t know who to listen to.

"I have opened my chest, cut off my head to find the difference between me and normal people, before death and after death. My whole life has been experimental, and I am the product of experimentation."

The wind and rain were blowing outside the window, Aizawa was silent, trying to help him onto the bed.

Willow did not move, staring at the raindrops hitting the window: "How wonderful, the rain washes the earth, the air is full of energy, the world is cold and compassionate, I am in the middle of the two poles of this world that does not belong to me, my heart is like a rock, I am insensitive, I kill all People, people die because of me."

Turns out he didn't care at all.

"Don't go extreme, don't even think about it."

"Is everything the same?"

Liu suddenly turned his head to meet Aizawa's eyes, Aizawa couldn't see any light in his eyes, only a chaotic mist.

"Has this matter begun and ended as a froth in the sea? Is it just a meaningless game in the ever-changing tide?"

Listening to Liu's inexplicable question, Aizawa understood his dream. It was Hesse's "Steppenwolf", and Liu's last two sentences were also derived from it. Clear: "You have been living well, and one day you will know."

His words touched Liu's nerves, and Liu's fingers scratched the ground.

"Yeah, Lai lives in this simple, comfortable, passionate world, and is satisfied with a little charity from those in power. In the future, I will stay here for at least 30 years, and you, no, you will also leave during the period, I'm alone..."

Aizawa held Liu's hands with broken nails: "I promise that as long as you are still waiting for me, no matter what, I will be alive."

empty words.

"You know what the way to relax and fall asleep is when I can't sleep at night for a while?"

"What is it?"

"Shifang clam poison."

Use death to appease loneliness, he is too sick, Aizawa can only tell him: "I am here."

Because he is here, he sleeps next to Liu every night.

Liu was trembling all over, his breathing was unsteady, and he insisted on not making any sound, Aizawa let go of his cold hands and supported his shoulders.

"Cry out loud, you can tell me anything."

After dozens of seconds of dead silence, Liu began to cough, piercing his heart.

Aizawa hugged Liu tightly, following his back.

The function of crying is to relieve people and share worries with others, but Liu's grief does not want to be comforted, it makes Liu learn from the pain and cannot be resolved.

Hearing what Aizawa said, especially when he was hugging himself tighter and tighter, Liu Wudu began to feel nauseated. Just living and breathing made him bitter and exhausted. , this physiological reaction gave birth to tears that he didn't want to shed.

Once it started, it couldn't stop, Liu burst into tears, her senses were extremely numb, and she gradually calmed down.

Because it was better to pretend to be in line with the tears, the person holding him could let go of his arms.

"feelling better?"

Aizawa moved away from him a little bit, keeping an eye on his condition.

Liu went from being unwilling to respond to being unable to respond, as if falling into a deep darkness in a vacuum.

"You are sick, do you still have the medicine?"

Deep in his thoughts, Liu certainly knew that he was sick.

Otherwise, there are a few lunatics who stay up late at night, recalling all the memories that can fucking torture themselves into dogs, washing their faces with endless tears of no avail like a pitiful bitch, needing people to say that he has a brain Sickness, needing some fucking artificial chemicals to temporarily restore function to his useless brain?

Complaints, cynicism, violent impulses, rage and pain all tap dance on his taut nerves.

He finally understood why his parents had to divorce after his brother died.

Because their attitudes in the face of unresolved great pain disappointed each other, the tighter their bodies hugged, the further apart their hearts became, and they began to resent each other out of escape or self-loathing.

The premise of disappointment is expectation, but even he doesn't know what he expects from Aizawa.

Because there is this person by my side at this moment, after all, I can't help but have unnecessary expectations for no reason.

If you have too many delusions, if you sit here with him and talk about it, you can overcome difficulties like the protagonist of a fucking family-friendly inspirational movie.

He exhausted all his strength and broke out in a cold sweat to refrain from confiding this long obscenity to Aizawa.

Aizawa saw that Liu Hangshou remained silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head, his expression was already normal, and he even smiled at him.

"What's wrong with me, go to sleep."

"I'm sorry, I just thought taking medicine would make you feel better."

The sad thing is that Liu listened to what this person said, and the reason for the sudden change of feelings was very simple. He also knew that this person didn't understand him and loved him.

"You want to make me feel better?"

But Liu knew him so well, and knew what words could hurt him the most.

"Of course, of course."

Aizawa obviously didn't understand one percent of the pain that Liu was going through, he was so close to Liu, and Liu was dying of pain, he was healthy and tolerant, he represented normal human beings watching your pain, making you feel like you are a broken piece at the bottom of the aquarium The dying sea snake that broke the spine, he casts infinite mercy on you, which makes your madness and despicability even more obvious.

"kill me."

He may be completely insane.

"Help me experiment and see how I die and how I come back to life."

Then, outrageous self-esteem and jealousy breed a chilling sense of gratuitous malice.

"I will sleep peacefully, and the one who wakes up tomorrow is me who doesn't need to take medicine." Liu moved Aizawa's hands to his neck, "If you want to help me, help me."

Finally, finally, the expression on Aizawa's face became like this.

The pain is deep, and I am extremely distressed and embarrassed, but also a little angry.

Annoyed that Liu, who has always been considerate of him, gave him such a difficult problem?

Liu twisted and felt much better.

Deriving happiness from the suffering of others is a self-taught instinct and daily life of all human beings. It has nothing to do with colonization, racism, massacres, living sacrifices, murder, suicide, necrophilia, oppressing the same kind and driving the good, and setting up politically incorrect and Sensitive words are like making people feel uncomfortable, a way only humans can make fun.

Happiness and pain are one and the same, Liu said, people who can only be happy are incomplete, just like those who can only indulge in pain.

Time passed by, hearing Aizawa's silent refusal, Liu's excitement gradually cooled down.

Enough, what am I doing?

In order to reverse his position and pity him, take the initiative and satisfy his desire to control, Liu half dragged him into the vortex of his own pain, how despicable.

What this person has done does not meet the conditions for suffering, so let him continue to be an innocent bystander.

Liu lay back on the bed and reached for the drawer.

Aizawa understood, and took out the tranquilizer from the bedside table.

Feeling that the cold needle tip pierced the skin, and the thin liquid flowed into the venous blood, and was about to be forced to lose consciousness, Liu stretched out his arms to wrap around Aizawa's neck, and kissed his clean chin.

"I haven't had an illness for a long time. I can't control myself. I didn't intend to do this."

"No," Aizawa said firmly, resting Liu's head and neck in both hands, "You sadist definitely did it on purpose."

Liu laughed all of a sudden, and retorted him as a "masochist", and Aizawa laughed with him, and pressed him into his arms.

In the early morning of a rainy night when everyone sleeps peacefully, the two laughed like crazy until they trembled, and stopped for no reason.

"I love you."

no respond.

Aizawa stroked the hair of Liu who was sleeping under the influence of the medicine, so gentle that he didn't have any expectation.

"Good night."

Tonight Liu spends her time contemplating her own feelings, her immeasurable merits and her own despicable misfortunes, entertaining herself with her despair while torturing others, distorting and breaking into slag.

Everything started from his own madness and despair, don't try to save, don't try to comfort him, there is no need for redemption.

He has a superior perception of the laws of the world and the trends of biological activities, so it is inevitable that he will be obsessed with pain beyond ordinary people.

Genius is too fragile, genius will be killed by emotion, by stupidity, and by himself.

But when the sun rises tomorrow, and he has his last class in Class A of the first year of Heroes and Heroes Department, his fragments will be patched together randomly, and the surface will be as clean as new again.

But if you don't have to endure these things from time to time, what's the point of living? One should be proud of the pain, Liu wondered when his consciousness was extinguished, did Aizawa know that the so-called tranquilizer was actually Ishibo poisonous poison.

☆、Chapter [-]

"Attend class."

Listening to the sound of standing up and saluting behind him, Liu Ban wrote the title and summary of this section.

"Calculus is the last section." Liu turned to face a group of happy students, "How do you feel about what I have said during this time?"

"Tough."

"IQ humiliated."

"If you don't want to calculate differential, algebra is better."

They were so happy that they forgot to be restrained, and by the way, they also deliberately forgot the news about Liu Shang.

They didn't need to remember it, Liu said, "Actually, Laplace transform can be used to transform differential equations into algebraic equations."

"Large?"

"Pierre Simon Laplace."

Li Ri rested her forehead on both hands: "Mathematics is too difficult."

Leaning on the podium with his elbows, Liu leaned in her direction: "If there are calculus hidden in the world, unremitting calculations, eliminating errors can let logic lead you to the end, the world of mathematics is the most simple and painless world. "

Sensing that Liu had no intention of lecturing, Kirishima, who was only keen on this aspect, tried to divert the topic: "The day before yesterday—"

"Hey!" Erlang stabbed him with personality, "Listen to the class."

"Teacher shouldn't mind." Aoyama interjected.

The pink Ashdo became excited: "So Liu-sensei and Aizawa-sensei are really..."

"The Metropolitan Police Department was established in the 7th year of Meiji, 145 years ago. Professional heroes have developed in recent decades. An organization is like a big tree. The new tree is thriving, and the old tree is full of moths. pressurize the living environment.”

Liu would change the topic when he didn't want to talk about it.

"In the past ten years, my country's economic growth has been higher than [-]%. Does anyone know why it is [-]%?"

800 million raised their hands: "The standard for rapid economic growth is an increase of eight percentage points."

"Japan's per capita GDP surpassed that of the United States in the 80s and became the world's number one. The stock market fell from the highest point of more than 92 points in 8000 to the lowest point of more than 7000 points. Many people's life savings were wiped out. You were born 12 years later, nearly In ten years, the economy picked up with the same upward trend in eight years, and you grew up in the era of economic recession and soaring, disillusionment and exaltation."

After speaking, Liu paused.

"Students, try to imagine what the professional English industry is? What does its rise mean?"

800 million listened attentively, and the table beside her also raised her spirits.

"The current professional English industry is essentially an entertainment industry. As the industry becomes more capitalized, sooner or later, heroes will become outright consumables, commodities for replacement and marketing."

"Defeat the enemy, help others, and create the future. We will become such heroes." 800 million people were deeply offended, "How can the heroes we pursue become popular in the market?"

Green Valley stood up with the courage to surprise himself: "We are here to learn how to be heroes, real heroes, not to listen to the teacher, you belittle the value of heroes, and deny the meaning of all our efforts."

Before Liu could speak, he backed up his chair and said to them, "I think this statement is very interesting. What can you prove if you refute the teacher? Is the essence of a hero a hero? Why don't you listen to it and then investigate the rationale."

"I'm sorry." Green Valley reflected on his tone and attitude.

"I was rude." 800 million apologized, "but I still disagree with you."

"Is it over? Anyway, he's talking nonsense!" Bao Hao slapped the table, "What about the economy or professional English, wouldn't it be enough to kill all the enemies?"

Liu Jingjing looked at him bursting into anger, until he saw the whole class silence him.

Aizawa was justified in saying that Liu and Bakugou were justified. They were inappropriate among their peers and groups.

"Do you know why USJ in your class lost?"

Bakugo turned his head disinterestedly.

Green Valley replied: "The enemy has judged the use time limit of his personality."

"Then did you find out that Aizawa wears goggles, if he shaves his head again, his personality will not be counted down."

"……"It really is.

"Then why didn't he?" Li Ri asked.

"Because the capital doesn't allow it. In the USJ incident, as your class leader, he needs to be on TV when necessary. Like every time a hero has an accident, he will publicly apologize as a spokesperson and end the mess. He has to look good."

Everyone was inexplicable, whispering to each other, and the class became lively again.

"Ridiculous..." Chang An murmured.

"I don't think it's reasonable." 800 million said.

"Then why do you think the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren in the open house of the professional English who fight crime and frequently appear in front of the media are not cleaner than the dead ones of the anti-drug police?"

800 million is hard to say.

"The most interesting thing is that Yingying is a civil servant, but does not need the same background check, comprehensive review, assessment review and tax exemption as civil servants."

No one refuted, 800 million, including almost all the students here, had never thought about this kind of problem before.

"Are you happy to use your personality to show off at the sports festival and expose your weak spots to the people of the whole country?"

"What dead spot?" Lu Gu was surprised.

"The superpowers in Phantom Blood are more varied than what you use in actual combat every day."

Liu looked at this group of innocent and innocent children.

"The hero education system implemented in the market not only brainwashes those who can see their personality and makes them stupid, but also allows children with strong personality not to have to go to college, and Xiongying graduates to work. In the past, high schools like Xiongying were called vocational high schools."

"But……"

"Bakuho and Hong are so wasteful, don't you realize at all?"

"The meticulous operation has indeed been neglected all the time, but it can be said that the school and the whole society are intentional..."

Before he could finish talking, Bakugo didn't care about his neighbors at all.

"Say I don't use it well? Why don't you give it a try!"

"can."

Bakugou was about to fire, and there was chaos around him.

Seeing Liu coming down from the podium and walking towards Baohao tepidly, Lv Gu rushed over to fight, not daring to touch Baohao, so he went to tear Liu away. He was not tall enough, so he had to hug Liu's waist, and the others People hold Bao Hao.

Liu put one hand in his pocket, signaling to the others that he was calm, and let go of Bao Hao.

"From now on, I am an enemy, and I will pay for the damage, regardless of life or death."

Green Valley: "It's too messy!"

Kirishima's face was blank: "It's so lively."

"Exactly what I want!"

Baohao pointed his palm at Liu, and sparks burst out.

"Ready? Even if you are a teacher, I will not show mercy!"

Liu didn't want to listen to him too much, so he pretended to be ready to agree.

In the blink of an eye, the situation was divided, and the scene was silent.

Bakugo misfired.

"How is it possible?" He looked at the thing on the palm of his hand in disbelief.

Li Ri raised her feet on the outside: "What is it?"

Frog blowing behind Bakugo: "Uh, oil-absorbing paper."

"..."

"You revealed the reaction method yourself. The sweat glands in your palms secrete nitroglycerin." The oil-absorbing paper was brought by Liu from the desk of the female teacher next door. Half a second reaction time, another enemy who has seen the sports festival will cut off your hand."

Bakugo's wrist felt cold.

"You are even more powerful, Green Valley. If you are alone in a wheel battle, you can cripple yourself."

Unsystematic individualized teaching, the school has turned a blind eye for all to see, and the students are also blind and empty-headed.

Disdainful to be on the same level as Green Valley, Baohao stubbornly retorted: "I'm not that stupid, I can use my personality advantage to widen the distance and attack from a distance."

"Is it."

Liu leaned forward and got infinitely close to Bakugo's angry face.

The close distance made Bakugo feel oppressed, but he didn't want to back away, so he stared at the stagnant eyes with wide eyes.

Liu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cat-like pupils were focused on his gradually trembling pupils. He felt inexplicably terrified. These eyes were neither like animals nor humans, but precision instruments with weak insight. .

"Then why I'm so close to you, you still don't distance yourself. I'm the enemy."

Baohao snorted coldly, shook off the person holding him, and raised his hands.

"I still have my hand."

As Liu said just now, the real enemy would cut off his hand directly.

Liu smiled, and stretched out his hand to brush Bakugo's uneven hair. Bakugo also snorted abnormally, and went back to his seat to sit down.

A dispute ended with thunder and rain.

"Continuing the above. There is another problem in the hero industry. The government does not collect taxes on heroes to create output value. Instead, it collects wool from other industries to fill the tax gap. Why?"

Liu was going to tear away the illusion in one go and show them to them.

"Because of fear. Politicians are almost personalityless. Capitalists don't care if they have personality or not. After all, no landlord needs to farm, but they are good at appeasing and fooling the strong in general, making them stronger and more stupid. Protect yourself and the society under your domination."

"You ask, is it not good to be a hero in the execution of justice? Of course it is good to be a hero.

"If there is no hero industry, what will the appearance of Japanese young people and Japanese society be like? They will enter a low-desire society, with a sluggish economy and weak consumption, and people and society will sink together."

"Teacher, but as you said, the hero industry is a fresh force that activates the market and boosts the surrounding economy and purchasing power." He raised his hand, "Then the professional English industry can be a kind of culture, a new direction for building spiritual civilization .”

"You all raised your heads, then please think with the things you raised, look farther, and look deeper.

"Neil Postman said that there are two ways to wither the spirit of culture, the Orwellian way, by making culture a prison, and the Huxleyan way, by making culture a farce. We are vacillating among them, there is no third way out, and the professional English industry was born with original sin.

"Such a noble concept as a hero cannot be consumed.